#ts-storytime 2019 submission

[blank-ace]

It’s me again, coming at ya with drawings for the amazing @ace-corvid who wrote this incredibly cute Youtube AU for @ts-storytime ‘s big bang that I adore with every fiber of my soul!! Seriously, go check it out and send them some love!

I really want to animate the intro to Roman’s DARK SIDE OF DISNEY??? video, so if there are voice actors out there ready to record a couple lines for me, please please please message me! I can offer you my undying love and 7 cents I found in my chair as payment

[EDIT: Thank you for all the lovely messages!! @why-should-i-tell-youu2 and @readingabookwithinthetrees offered to va for me! We’re making this happen, my dudes]

You can find the fic here!

[keuwibloom]

"... In this lonely world, I was waiting alone, for such a long time,

for your gentle hands, from the other side of the mirror."

My piece for the @ts-storytime 2019 big bang! I was partnered up with @max-is-tired and they wrote a hecking amazing fic based on the vocaloid songs Magic Mirror and Mirror's Magic!!

Gonna post a link to the fic once its up!

[lestroodledoodles]

I participated in the 2019 Big Bang and I’m kind of dead, this took 3 days.

I had the honor of making art for @simplynerdy’s story! Which I will link below! It really was an honor to draw for a story by such an amazing writer, and having inspiration from a video game I love and adore! Make sure to check out their story!

Their story below!

And of course @ts-storytime

[callboxkat]

Here’s my art for this year’s @ts-storytime event! I was paired with @altruistic-skittles and her story I’m No Hero is incredible, and I hope you guys go check it out!

More art under the cut!

[milomeepit]

Diamond In The Rough Masterpost

Hey, there, Famders, it’s me, ya Milo. Guess who also wrote for the @ts-storytime Big Bang event this year? :D I was partnered with @sanders-sides-love-ask-blog, and you can find their art here! (Link to be added soon!)

Story Warnings: homophobia, transphobia, child neglect, child abuse, drug use, alcohol use, legal system, CPS, homelessness, starving, daydreams as a coping mechanism, implied sexual content, stranger danger, fairy tales, food, cursing, fake names, anxiety, panic, crying, Probably Terribly Translated Spanish And I Apologise, parent death mention, dysphoria and coming out mention, forced parent/child seperation, terrible living conditions, sleep deprivation, violence, snakes, blood, nightmares

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

[gaylotusthatexists]

By The Sea

Virgil's life may be going downhill, but at least he still has his island and he still has the sea. However, when he meets a certain writer staying in the hotel he works at, it appears that something more important has arrived.

Roman's life seems to be going great, but he knows that soon all that may change. He has travelled to this island, along with this two best friends, to focus on his work, but when he meets a certain guy that he's sure he recognises, how can he focus on anything else?

And with only twelve days on the island together, will they be able to make it work?

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, Remile

Word Count: 24160

This was written for the @ts-storytime, and boi did it take a while so I hope that y'all enjoy this. The full fic has been posted onto my ao3 here. You can read the first chapter below but I’m not planning on posting the rest on Tumblr, unless any of y’all really want me too. 

@justisaisfine made some beautiful pieces of artwork for this fic which you can find here, seriously guys go follow them, their art is amazing.

As far as I'm aware, there isn't anything in this that would be particularly triggering, but if y'all spot anything please let me know and I'll put up a warning. At the very worst there is some negative thinking and crying, but it's mostly fluff honestly. It also contains Deceit, who could be viewed as sympathetic or morally-grey, honestly idk. 

There are some bits that are in Spanish and I would like to apologise in advance for the terrible Spanish, I used Google Translate which I don't really trust but I also don't speak Spanish so y'know. If any of y'all are Spanish-speaking and know a better translation, please let me know, I'd really appreciate it.

Anyway, I think that's all I have to say? Hope y'all enjoy it! I certainly enjoyed writing it, haha

<3

DAY ONE

00:09

The sea shimmered in the moonlight, thousands of stars reflecting off its gentle waves. Pulling his hoodie tighter around his body, the boy exhaled. This was his home, his true home - the sky and the ocean and the island. Sat here by the sea, he could feel the wind brushing past his cheeks and the water washing over his feet. He could have stayed there, in that single moment, forever and ever, and he'd never grow tired of the feeling.

But it was late and he had to get back to the apartment. He couldn't stay out here all night, not when he had to be up so early for work in the morning. Sure, the chances of him actually sleeping were slim, but it was better resting inside that out. And he needed rest to be ready for tomorrow.

Glancing up to the sky for one last look before returning to reality, he saw a flashing light moving across the black. All he could do was sigh. That would be a plane, filled with visitors. People who come to the island to catch sun or whatever they do. People who Virgil would have to deal with for a couple weeks before they exit stage left. People who probably won't even notice that Virgil had a life of his own.

But hey, they're also the people who pay the bills, so could Virgil really complain?

This was his life. He had to deal with idiots like that for a while, but at least he had this. He had his island, and he had the sea.

Virgil stood up and started the journey into his future.

6:00

A blaring alarm jolted Roman out of bed and, for a moment, all he wanted in life was death - not specifically his own.

"Who the hell set an alarm?" he groaned, sitting up and rubbing his forehead. The horrendous sound still rung out through the room, hammering into his skull, until it was finally cut off and Roman was able to breath.

"That would be me," Logan said, casually. He was already out of bed and heading into the bathroom. "We've got to get on if we want to get breakfast."

Roman sighed, closing his eyes again. "Logan. We're on holiday. We're supposed to be relaxing. Not getting up at six am."

Logan poked his head out the door. "The restaurant opens at seven, Roman."

"That doesn't mean we have to be there at seven," Roman argued, lying back down and pulling the sheets over his head.

"If we get there first, we're more likely to receive better food, and as you know, breakfast is the most-"

"Yeah, yeah, most important meal, you say this every day," Roman said. "Can't we just, like, grab a quick brunch later on?"

Logan sighed. "No, Roman. That is not how any of this works." He slammed the door shut.

A few moments, maybe minutes, later, Roman peeked out from under the blankets. "Pat?" he whispered.

No response. Patton must have still been asleep. Of course Patton would be the one who got to sleep through the alarm and the argument.

Roman turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. It seemed as though he wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. All whilst Patton was laid there still sound asleep. That was so, so unfair.

He couldn't really do anything, though. Patton has always been a heavy sleeper, unlike Roman. And he supposed that Logan had a point - getting up early would certainly help with this work, since they hadn't just come here for a vacation. Whilst the promise of sun had been one of the deciding factors, the actual reason that the three boys had travelled to the island was to get away from city life and focus on their work - Logan was studying some science mumbo-jumbo that Roman didn't understand, Patton was hoping to work on his photography, and Roman needed to get this goddamn novel finished. A quiet, whilst kind of touristy, place like that seemed like the best place for them to focus, and in the case of the other two actually added to their work.

That didn't mean Roman was okay with getting up so early, though. Not after he spent God-knows-how-long travelling and then only getting around three hours of sleep. Maybe the next day it would've been fine, but he seriously doubted he would be able to focus at all today.

There was no harm in trying, though. If all else failed, he could always take a nap later on. But for now, he had to focus on his plan. He was in for the adventure of a lifetime, and he wasn't going to waste it.

8:09

Virgil stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed his coffee mug, chugging the entire thing in one go. This morning he would be working on pure caffeine and spite, which perhaps wasn't the best idea when he was supposed to look happy for the 'guests', but if it got him through the day then so be it. Upon realising that his cup was empty, he grabbed the one next to it, not bothering to check who's it was, and chugged that too.

"Remy isn't going to appreciate you drinking his coffee," one of Virgil's roommates said, from the other side of the kitchen.

Virgil put the cup back down and looked over at Emile, who was sat crosslegged on top of the counter sipping his cup of hot chocolate. "What a shame." He began pouring out another cup of coffee.

"Are you doing okay, buddy?" Emile asked, jumping down from the counter and stepping towards him. "'Cause, uh, that's an awful lot of coffee."

"If I don't drink this, I'll end up punching a dude, and then I'll lose my job again. Which I can't afford to do."

Before Virgil could drink a third cup, Emile gently pulled it out of his hand. "Virgil, you're going to end up killing yourself."

"Oh no," Virgil said in monotone, trying to get his coffee back but being unable too as Emile held it out of his reach.

A third person came strutting into the room and snatched the coffee out Emile's hand. "Was Virgil trying to steal my coffee again?" he asked.

Emile smirked. "He did steal your coffee. And then made another one."

Remy faked annoyance. "How dare he."

Virgil just sighed.

"Well," Emile said, "I should get off. I've got a client at ten."

Remy smiled and planted a small kiss on Emile's forehead. "Good luck, Em."

"Ew," Virgil said.

"This is our apartment, I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend," Remy said, as Emile moved away towards the front door.

"I also live here," Virgil reminded him.

"Only because your poor," Remy countered.

"I make more than you."

"And Emile makes more than both of us combined."

Virgil considered that for a moment. "I mean, yeah, I guess."

"When you get yourself a rich significant other, then you can move out and you won't have to watch us be gay." Before Virgil could reply, Remy left the kitchen.

Shaking his head but allowing a small smile to creep out, Virgil grabbed his backpack and left the apartment.

9:32

"Why are we up so early?" Patton moaned, as the three of them walked out of the hotel.

"We've gone over this, Patton," Logan said. "We have to make the most of our time here."

"We have almost two weeks, Logan, surely we can spare a day to rest," Patton argued.

"You're not allowed to complain," Roman chimed in. "Since, y'know, you got an extra hour of sleep."

"Speaking of," Logan continued, "I set an alarm for a reason. It would be great if, in the future, you both got up at the designated time."

Patton sighed. "Alright, Logan."

Logan smiled. "Thank you for understanding, Patton."

9:35

Virgil glanced at a group of three boys making their way out of the hotel as he made his way in. He could tell they were new arrivals from their pale complexity - and from the fact he hadn't seen them around yet. They might have been on last nights plane. But if that were the case, why were they up so early?

Maybe they were the type to get out and do things. Which was good for Virgil, because that just meant less people to slave after. Although, they did seemed to be the loud type, judging by the fact that he could hear their conversation perfectly, which he did not care for at all. Perhaps they would be a problem later on.

Not that any of that mattered. It wasn't as if any of them would talk to him. Properly, he meant. They weren't going to walk up to him and willingly start a conversation. No one ever did. They would just get what they need off him and then leave him be.

"You're late," someone said, as soon as Virgil stepped foot into the lobby.

He sighed. "My shift doesn't even start until ten." He walked up to the counter and leant his arm on the side, looking up to the person who had spoke, the manager. He was wearing a black and yellow suit, with a waistcoat, a bowler hat and a bowtie - over the top, really, for a less-than-fancy hotel in middle of nowhere. Down one side of his face, he had a scar surrounded by burn marks, from some mysterious tragedy he refused to talk about. Virgil had met him a couple years after said tragedy, and had been somewhat-friends with him for some time. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't still a harsh boss.

The manager - Declan - smiled. "You're meant to arrive at half nine."

"I know, I know." Virgil shrugged. "But five minutes doesn't hurt."

"Sure," Declan dragged out.

"So, what's the deal?" He leant back. "Who we got this week?"

"Not a lot of visitors," Declan admitted. "Mostly people on business."

"Cool." Virgil breathed out. "I'll go get changed."

"Why don't you ever get changed at home?" Declan wondered.

Virgil shrugged. "You have a changing room here. Might as well make use of it."

"Is it because you don't like walking here in uniform?" Declan guessed, sensing that Virgil was lying.

"You got me." Virgil smiled. "See you in twenty."

"It doesn't take that long to-"

Virgil had already left the room before he could hear Declan finish.

19:26

"Can I take your order?"

Roman looked up at the waiter and all words fled from his mind. The man was perfect. His soft, dyed purple hair swooped in front of his deep brown eyes, which were outlined by a thick layer of black eyeshadow, kind of smudged after the long day. He had dark, smooth skin, but chapped lips, and he looked like a mess, actually, but for some reason Roman was drawn to him and only him. Everything else seemed to fade away. It was just him.

Logan nudged Roman.

Roman continued staring.

The man walked away.

Roman's world came back.

"Roman?"

His head shot to the source of the voice - Patton. "Huh?"

"You alright?" Patton asked.

Roman blinked. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You didn't speak when he asked for your order," Logan said.

Roman frowned. "I..."

He breathed in. He had never felt that before. Never lost control over his words.

But... maybe that wasn't bad. Maybe something great was about to happen.

He had to see that man again.

CONTINUE READING HERE

[sanders-sides-fics]

A Fanciful Dream Masterpost

Here’s my fic for the 2019 Big Bang run by @ts-storytime!

Overall Warnings: mentions of deceit, death mentions, past character death, traumatic events, violence, near-death experiences. Pay attention to individual warnings on chapters!

Summary:  Virgil could say with certainty that he was no prince. Found by King Thomas’ chef, lost and with no memory of who he was, Virgil spent his childhood running errands in the halls of the castle. When a young King visits and claims Virgil is his brother, Virgil must determine if this is truth or a young King’s hopeful dream.

Pairings: Developing Prinxiety, past Emceit 

Art by @anony-phangirl​

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

[crazygreatgamerperson]

We had some hiccups but finally is here! The art for @immortal-turtle’s fanfic for @ts-storytime’s 2019 big bang! I’ll post the other characters when they appear in the story

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

The Opposite of Love (Indifference): Art!

I was paired with @magicallygrimmwiccan for the @ts-storytime big bang, and they wrote a lovely Adventure Time AU! And since I love drawing in that cartoon style, I leapt at the chance to make some character sheets!

[do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them]

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Morality | Patton Sanders/Deceit Sanders Characters: Morality | Patton Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Thomas Sanders (Sanders Sides) - Character, Sleep | Remy Sanders Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Denial of Feelings, Kidnapping, Aftermath of Torture, Hurt Morality | Patton Sanders, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending Summary:

Patton Kirby, angel, has just been given a new job to do, and it's... a little unusual. He's meant to disguise himself as a human on Earth in order to get close to Dion Mallory, demon, and convince him to give up his evil ways. Obviously, such a thing has never been done before- he sort of thought it was impossible up until now- but if it can be done, he's eager to make a new friend!

Unknown to him, Dion has just gotten a new job, too. The same job, in fact, only in reverse. He's not all that worried by the fact it's never been done before; if anyone can get an angel to defect, it's him. The trouble comes when he catches himself feeling things other than distaste for his target...

This is my submission for the 2019 Storytime! Big Bang- in other words, I've been working on it for months and I am THRILLED to finally be sharing it with y'all. Hope you enjoy!

~ ~ ~

Lovely art for the story was made by @potatopriestlord (here) and @sanderssidesfanfiction (here).

Also, thank you to @theultimatemomfriend @notveryglittery and @midnightsdarkangel for beta-ing and encouraging me!

@ts-storytime

[icecoldflames]

The Pinnae Flower Masterlist

TS Big Bang ( @ts-storytime )

Warnings: Mentions of a dead relative, food mentions (mostly pastries). Tell me if there’s anything else I need to mention.

Pairings: Prinxiety and Logicality

Famous author, Raz Keeran is setting out to finish their fantasy series. Writing under a pen name, the search for Raz hasn’t ceased. But, so far, no one has figured out Raz’s identity. Roman wants to change that and expose the author on his blog to gain more views. But, as Roman and Logan begin their hunt, they both will realize that finding Raz will be more difficult than it seems.

***Just a notice! The format of all the chapters are going to be weird because I’ve been copying and pasting my story onto Tumblr using mobile due to the fact that I’m on summer vacation. When I get home I’ll change it and add more layout things you can’t change on mobile***

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Part 1 and Part 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Part 1 and Part 2

Epilogue

And here’s @starry-shake’s incredible art!! I’m so glad that we got to work together!

[milomeepit]

Diamond In The Rough: Chapter One

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be linked soon!)

Word Count:1307

Chapter Warnings: Homelessness, starving, stranger danger, fairy tales

Roman shivered as he made his way down the street, tugging his jacket tighter around him. It wasn’t quite winter yet, but the bitter chill was already settling over the city, seeping into its inhabitant's bones.

His backpack hung heavy on his shoulders as he wandered through the grey and gloomy city, eyes sweeping the ground for any dropped bit of change. He still had the small stash he’d swiped before leaving home, but it wasn’t enough for a motel room to get out of the cold. Maybe he could try begging or singing for money. It might be his best option at this point.

Many of the stores and restaurants lining the street were plastered with posters and signs declaring their prices, many of them much more than he could afford. He wasn’t sure exactly what the time was, but it wouldn’t be long before the sun began to set, and his growling stomach reminded him that he had yet to eat. He grimaced, curling in on himself, and leaned back against a cold brick wall.

A door swung open, distracting him from his lack of food. He looked down the street to see a tall man wearing a black turtleneck and a light blue half apron with a bright purple pocket sweeping dead leaves from the sidewalk in front of the small door. It didn’t look like it was attached to the pharmacy or the record store on either side, and the area seemed very well kept. The man disappeared back through the door, whistling, taking the broom with him. Roman caught a few faint notes of music before the door swung shut behind him, something warm and cheerful and inviting.

It probably wouldn’t be smart to go wandering into an unmarked door where a strange man could be lurking, in the middle of the city, with not many people around, but... something drew Roman to the door. He found himself standing in front of the dark wood, examining the smooth, clean finish. It was clearly well taken care of, clean and shiny. Even the surrounding sections of wall were free from graffiti, a rare sight in this part of town.

He reached up and grabbed the silver doorknob, then paused. He looked around, up and down the street. For what, he wasn’t sure, but this felt secret, and dangerous, and exciting. Like a portal into a magical world. Exactly the kind of thing he’d been looking for, in other words.

Roman took a deep breath, then pulled open the door and was confronted by a steep, narrow set of stairs that reached up to the second story. “Coraline, eat your heart out,” he breathed, eyes dancing over the staircase. Small painted flowers of every colour and trees curled up the walls like vines, reaching upwards towards the golden light pouring like melted butter from the overhead lamp.

He started up the stairs, vaguely hearing the door swing shut behind him. He trailed his fingertips along the winding stems of the flowers, half expecting them to come away coated with pixie dust. Every step brought him closer to the faint music, the gentle clink of crockery, the smells of paper and butter and cinnamon. His heart thundered as he crept closer to the top of the stairs. Where on earth was he right now?

As his feet hit the top step, his eyes widened. Mismatched bookshelves stood to one side of the large room, making haphazard pathways and tunnels across the hardwood floor. Tables and chairs were scattered around the room, and a counter framed in the corner held a coffee machine and a glass display case lined with mouth-watering treats. 

The tall man appeared from a doorway behind the counter and pulled a cupcake out from the case, carrying it over to one of the few occupied tables. He set it down in front of a shorter man with caramel skin and wild curly brown hair, pecking him on the cheek and murmuring something to him with a gentle smile. The other man chuckled, slinging his arms around the tall man’s neck and dotting kisses all over his face.

Roman’s heart ached. He had to be dead, or dreaming. Maybe he’d walked past the wrong alleyway and breathed in some kind of fumes from some weird new drug, and he was hallucinating. Real adults weren’t that sweet, like lovers in a storybook or in one of his favourite movies. Places like this didn’t really exist, with such a cozy, disorderly warmth. He knew that. He scampered in the opposite direction from the two men, squeezing between two of the bookcases and scanning the shelves.

His eyes landed on a familiar red cover, the gold script along the spine shiny and comforting. He eased out the thick book and retreated further into the bookshelves, finding an armchair and curling up with the book in his lap before beginning to quietly read aloud from one of his favourite stories. “‘There was, many years ago, a gentleman who had a charming lady for his wife. They had one daughter only, who was dutiful to her parents. But while she was still very young, her mamma died, to the grief of her husband and daughter. After a time, the little girl’s papa married another lady. However, this lady was proud and haughty, and had two grown-up daughters as disagreeable as herself; so the poor girl found everything at home changed for the worse.’”

He paused for a moment, his fingers tracing the familiar illustration of Cinderella, in her plain dress, sitting by the dark, cold fireplace, her face fixed in a gentle, wistful expression. “‘But she bore all her troubles with patience, not even complaining to her father, and, in spite of her hard toil, she grew more lovely in face and figure every year.’”

Roman squinted at the book as he read, his eyes hurting a little from focusing on the small print. “‘Now the King’s son gave a grand ball, and all persons of quality were invited to it. Our two young ladies where not overlooked. Nothing was now talked of but the rich dresses they were to wear.’” He sighed softly, letting the book fall open on his lap and leaning back in the armchair and looking up at the ceiling. The magic of the ball seemed to pale in comparison to the whimsical atmosphere of the cafe. He wanted to stay here forever. He couldn’t stay here forever. Maybe he could? There were enough tables and chairs and sofas he could probably hide for a good long while.

The scrape of chairs made him jump, and a cheerful voice rang out across the room. “Alrighty, folks! It’s five o’clock, which means we’ve gotta close up and get home. So, I’m gonna have to ask you all to skedaddle. That means any of you bookworms still in the stacks, too!”

Ah. He could always come back tomorrow, as well. They’d probably be open. Maybe they had their hours posted somewhere around the cafe. Or he could just wait until they came back tomorrow morning.

Roman slid the book back onto the shelf, making a mental note of where it was so he could find it again next time, and slipped down the stairs and out the door. He shivered as the cold evening air wrapped around him once again, sticking his hands in his pockets as he turned back down the street towards the park he’d found that morning. 

He glanced over his shoulder before he turned the corner, his gaze lingering on the wooden door. “... I’ll be back soon,” He whispered to himself. “It’ll be fine.” He swallowed, trying to force down the sense of dread and anxiety that was clawing up his throat as he set off to find a place to sleep.

[lamp-calm-sanders]

Love Is For Everyone: Masterpost

Pairings: Moxiety

Fic Summary:

-My Fic For the @ts-storytime event!!-

What happens when Virgil and Patton adopt Roman, a child who also happens to be a monster from another world.

Will Roman be able to find love in found family, or will the six year old never find friends and family that adore him like he deserves?

After all, everyone can find a place that loves them right?

TW: Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, Bullying, Sympathetic Deceit (Mentioned)

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Read On AO3!

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Epilogue

See The Art made by artist @hiddendreamer67 (link coming soon!)

Thank you to my betas @omni-hamiltrash @davidthetraveler @enteryourfandomhere

It’s finally time to post!!! I’ve loved writing this story and I’m glad to finally post!

This fic has been my life for the last six months!! I’m so glad to post and share it!

Feel free to talk to me about this au!!! It’s been my everything for a while so I would love to talk and ask questions about the au! (As long they don’t spoil future stories ;))

Thank you for reading!

Tag List: Let Me Know If You Wanted To Be Added Or Removed! (Also Sorry For Tagging You All So Late xD)

@alexross123 @justgalactic @puns-and-patton @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @tinysidestrashcaptain @monstermemories @angelpatton @will-iswriting-again @nokatai-realm @sanders-specs @vickyderpface @tree4life25 @minietina @loganpatton @existentialburden @generic---blog​ @nerd-in-space @kittycake574

-Lissa

[virmillion]

I’ll Bring You the Moon - Masterpost

Summary: Logan has had his life planned out since, well, forever. Get through college, get an internship at NASA, rise through the ranks, get into space, something, something, happy ending and he’s set for life. The first couple steps were easy, out of the way in a snap. Meeting Virgil, however, kind of threw a wrench into those plans. But it’s fine. Logan can navigate a job at NASA, flirt with a cute museum tour guide, and deal with everyone’s inexplicable hatred of Neptune at the same time. It shouldn’t be too hard—after all, it’s not like it’s rocket science. ...Well, okay, so it is kind of like rocket science.

Relationships: Romantic Analogical, platonic LAMP

Warnings: Major character death, cursing, arguments, unhappy ending

Word Count: 94,656

MAJOR props to @ts-storytime for hosting this challenge again and getting me to write a story i’m actually proud of, even after having rewritten it three times?? whomst?????

Check it out on ao3!

Amazing art by @the-feels-are-coming (ur amazing mdude i owe u my entire life i would die for u)

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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil/Creativity | Roman/Logic | Logan/Morality | Patton, Unrequited Deceit Sanders/Remus Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Deceit Sanders, Deceit Sanders & Everyone Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Intrusive Thoughts | Remus Sanders, Sleep | Remy Sanders Additional Tags: Murder, Attempted Murder, Serial Killers, Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Incredibly Unsympathetic Remus Sanders, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, soulmate tattoo au, first time tattoos, Mystery, Duchenne muscular Dystrophy, Virgil Has DMD, Lupus, Dee Has Lupus, Chronic Illness, Terminal Illnesses, And Lowkey They Chase a Serial Killer Anyway, Swearing, Canon-Typical Deceit Being a Bitch, Remy Is Virgil's Brother, Unhealthy Dukeceit, Unhealthy Demus, it's not even SLIGHTLY endgame so don't fret, dee's not part of the lamp but he gets included in the movie nights all the same, Author Has Chronic Illness, Virgil Uses a Wheelchair Sometimes, everyone is stressed, no ableism no racism no homophobia, on account of aint nobody got time for that in my fantasy funtime world, Alternate Universe - Human Summary:

Virgil feels kinda bad for whoever was cursed with being his soulmate.

Not only will he likely die before they ever get to meet, but also, he's totally hogging the experiences. He's got first time tattoos across every inch of his skin, because if he's going to die fast, then he's going to live fast, too, damn it.

Meanwhile, Roman, Patton, and Logan have spent the majority of their lives thinking they don't have a soulmate. But Logan gets a cute little graduation cap tattoo, and Roman gets one for a first kiss, and Patton is left lonely as he tries to convince himself he can be loved.

When Virgil decides to hunt a serial killer, he sees it as just another day. When Patton says hello and begs to come with, things begin to change a little. Because surely, Patton thinks, surely his soulmate hasn't apprehended a serial killer before... right?

Patton and Virgil's determined hunt begins, and Logan and Roman are pulled along in their concern, slowly relearning each other as they go. And if Virgil's old 'rival' gets caught in the chaotic metaphorical crossfire, well, Logan swears the blame falls on Pat.

(Or: Virgil lives his life in three states of being, until he suddenly lives it in more.)

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@ts-storytime So here’s my big bang story! Apparently my big bang stories just always have to include some aspect of the law, which is wild because i don’t even LIKE the law. But here we are!

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We’ll Carry On - Chapter One

A/N: Well, it’s here, everyone! The moment you’ve all been (unwittingly) waiting for! Our entry for the @ts-storytime Big Bang! This took a lot of work, but we hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! Each new chapter will be coming out every 20 minutes, provided the schedule works properly, to save your dashes! ^-^;; We have sixty four chapters plus an epilogue to upload save us!

We’ll Carry On Tag

General Content Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Substance Abuse, Abandonment, Minor Character Death, Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociation, Bullying, Homophobia

November 1st, 2017

“This will be your new home, Roman,” the man from Child Services said with a too-bright smile. Roman looked around. The walls weren’t rotting away, and the ceiling wasn’t falling apart, but something felt off about the place, like he wasn’t welcome. “Any last questions before you get settled in?”

Roman mutely shook his head. He was eleven years old, he knew when he needed to shut up, and he definitely needed to right now.

The man clapped him on the back and left, and Roman turned to the man and woman who he only knew as Mister and Misses Wright. Misses Wright’s smile dropped the second the man left. She directed him to the kitchen and shoved a mop in his hand. “You start cleaning,” she directed. “You can get unpacked when you’re done with your chores.”

December 20th, 2018

Roman shivered in the cold rain that had settled in to stay for a while. For hours, he had been searching for someone who could give him directions to the home he was looking for, someone who wouldn’t call the cops on an unattended child. The last thing he wanted was for his biological father to be in trouble for not supervising a kid he didn’t even know he had.

The sky was gloomy as Roman looked up, staring at the numbers hanging above the awning in front of the house. He looked back at the paper in his hand. Yes, this was the place. But what was he supposed to say? “Excuse me, Mister, you don’t know me but I’m your son and I could use a place to stay”? He didn’t want to impose.

And yet, here he was. Desperate enough to ask a stranger for help. At the very least, it had to beat the storm drain he had been sleeping in last night. He was fairly certain if he had to do that again he’d get rabies from a raccoon, or maybe a fox. And who knew how many rats lived in those things?

He had been staring at the house for too long. He turned away quickly, fully intending to leave. It was unlikely someone was home, anyway. It was the middle of the day, and though Roman couldn’t remember what day of the week it was, he knew it was more likely to be a weekday than a weekend. As he was walking away, though, he heard a door open and a man call out, “Excuse me?”

Heart soaring with hope, Roman turned around to find a man wearing thick-rimmed black glasses and a sweater vest run out of the house and to the fence. “Young man, are you lost? I couldn’t help but notice you were wandering around earlier. I might be able to help you.”

Roman cleared his throat and walked back over to the man, standing at the edge of his small yard. The townhouse behind the man was small, but looked inviting enough. This wasn’t a bad place for his father to live, provided this man even was his father. “Are you Mister Picani?” he asked, his voice trembling, betraying his worry.

The man blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Uh...yes. Who are you?”

Now or never, Roman supposed. “Uh...my name is Roman Jackson. I don’t know how to say this, but...uh...I think you’re my father.”

Mister Picani stood there in shock for a second, before pushing his glasses up his nose and frowning. “Where is your mother, then?”

Roman looked down at the ground and scuffed his shoe, trying to form the words that refused to leave his throat. His eyes stung, and he couldn’t get the proper explanation to come forward, so he forced out the next best thing. “She, uh...she abandoned me, sir. Couldn’t take care of me any more.”

“Oh, dear,” the man muttered. “Well, no use standing out here in the wind and rain. Why don’t you come inside? We can talk more over a cup of hot chocolate.”

Roman felt his hammering heart settle just a fraction. “Thank you, sir.”

“No need to call me sir, Roman. You’re free to call me Mister Picani, or Emile,” Mister Picani said, walking back towards the house.

Roman followed after him, walking in and looking around. The house was small, but filled with warm light. The walls were littered with cartoon posters and photographs. One of them which was hanging in the doorway, was of two men, both in tuxes, standing in front of who Roman assumed was a Justice of the Peace. “You’re married?” he asked, pointing to the photo.

“Yes, that’s my husband Remy,” Mister Picani said with a fond smile. “He’s the entrepreneur of his own coffee shop in the middle of town. Have you heard of Sleep Easy?”

Roman shook his head. “No, sir.”

“It’s a play on the term speakeasy. The joke is that his coffee is so good, it should be illegal. Not to mention he’s big on irony.” Mister Picani shook his head. “I love that man, and I’m so proud that he followed his dream and started his own coffee shop.”

Roman nodded as Mister Picani looked over to him. Inside, though, he felt guilt eat at him. This man had a whole entire life without him interfering. He didn’t want to cause trouble, but it seemed like that was exactly what he was doing.

The two walked into the modest but inviting kitchen and Mister Picani gestured for Roman to sit at the island in the middle. He brought out milk for the hot chocolate and asked, “Do you mind if I microwave it? I want to warm you up faster, though if you want me to bring the milk to the right temperature in a saucepan I can do that too.”

Roman shrugged. “You can do whatever you want, Mister Picani, I’m not picky.”

Mister Picani smiled softly and said, “I know you may not want to inconvenience me, but I really don’t mind putting in the extra effort if you would prefer it that way.”

Roman fiddled with his hands, feeling his heart ache at the reminder of what his mother used to do for him, back when she was around to care for him. She would take extra steps to ensure that he got what he wanted, too. “The microwave works, Mister Picani.”

He nodded and put the milk in a mug, and then proceeded to microwave it. “We’ll see if Remy ever forgives me for this,” he laughed. “He’s very particular about making many different drinks, and hot chocolate is one of them.”

Roman shifted on his chair, saying nothing. He didn’t know what to say. His heart kept thudding, and he kept waiting to hear that Mister Picani was going to call the police, or Child Services, or otherwise cart him off to someone else, who would inevitably send him back...back there. The place he swore he would never go back to.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Roman,” Mister Picani said, pouring in hot chocolate mix to the milk and stirring it with a spoon.

Roman took the hot chocolate gratefully and let his fingers warm up from the mug. “Well...I’m twelve years old,” he said hesitantly. “I...I went to school for a while, until the sixth grade. Then...then everything kinda fell apart.”

Mister Picani winced. “You’re about the age to be in seventh grade. Did your mother not enroll you?”

Roman swallowed. “No. She...she wasn’t around to. I had to spend all my time...I don’t like to think about it.”

“You had to spend it getting by?” Mister Picani asked. “Making sure you got food, water, shelter?”

Roman nodded. That was close enough to the truth. No one ever bothered to put him in school. After all, someone had to take care of the younger kids. Considering that the people who were specifically assigned to do that were either too drunk or too angry to do anything useful. “But...but I remember a lot of what I did learn before, and I’m hoping to get back into school again sometime soon. Uh...my favorite color is red, if that’s important at all, and I really love fairy tales. Princes and princesses and castles and dragons. I know I might be a little old for that, but...”

“No such thing as too old,” Mister Picani said with a smile. “All those cartoon posters and paraphernalia you saw are mine. I wasn’t even aware I have a child or children until today.”

Roman relaxed a little bit at that. Before he was always mocked for liking fairy tales, but at least Mister Picani didn’t judge. “Cool.”

“Indeed,” Mister Picani said, grabbing another mug. “I hope we have another hot chocolate packet around here...”

The front door opened and a booming voice called, “Emile! Honey, you are not going to believe what Miss Fleming said today...” he trailed off as he caught sight of Roman.

Mister Picani looked like a deer in headlights for a quick second before recovering. “Remy, this is Roman. He’s...uh...well, he’s my son.”

Remy stood there for a moment, and Roman felt like he was being sized up. Then, he broke out in a wide grin. “I told you so, Emile! I told you that you’d be a catch for any lady at the sperm bank! Small wonder someone used it!” He held out his hand for Roman to shake. “Remy Picani. Husband of the dork over there. You can call me Remy.”

“Roman Jackson,” Roman said, shaking Remy’s hand.

Remy turned to Mister Picani-or, they were both Mister Picani, so...Emile?-and laughed. “Emile, please tell me you were not microwaving milk for hot chocolate again!”

“Well...the kid looked cold, and I wanted to warm him up fast, so...” Emile shrugged.

“All right, all right. I’ll give you a pass just this once,” Remy said with a grin. “So, uh...where’s the kid’s mom? Bathroom, or something?”

Roman felt a sharp pang in his chest and his breath caught. “His mom’s no longer in the picture, Remy,” Emile said. “I’m honestly not quite sure what to do.”

Remy hummed. “Well, that is a predicament. How about you two get situated in the living room and talk for a bit, watch cartoons, whatever. Emile, I’ll make sure that you get your hot chocolate, and I’ll make some calls. I’m pretty sure Sarah McGee’s a social worker who could lend us a hand figuring out what to do.”

Roman felt an icicle of fear stab him right in the chest. He didn’t get away from there just to be sent back! “You’re...what are you going to do?” he asked, his voice once again taking on that soft, trembling tone.

“Kid, if you’re okay with it, and Emile’s okay with it, we’ll be taking you in, at least for a little while. Until we can figure out what exactly is going on,” Remy said. “Because I don’t care why your mother is no longer around. Everyone deserves a home.”

Roman’s eyes grew hot and he smiled. “You really mean that?”

“Remy doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean,” Emile said simply. “Come on, let’s go to the living room. We can see if there’s anything on TV you might want to watch.”

Roman nodded and followed Emile into the living room, getting settled on the couch with his hot chocolate. He curled up on it and took a long sip of the liquid, letting it warm him to the core.

“You know, you’re very lucky the weather is somewhat warmer outside than usual,” Emile said. “So close to Christmas, usually it’s dipping somewhere into the twenties, not in the low forties.”

“Cold is cold is cold,” Roman said, taking another sip. “I appreciate the hot chocolate.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Emile said with a smile, turning on the TV. “I have a couple cartoons saved on the DVR. Do you mind cartoons?”

“No, cartoons are great,” Roman said, taking another long sip of his hot chocolate.

Emile nodded with a smile, and pulled up Avatar: The Last Airbender to play, from the first episode. Roman was soon caught up in the show, finishing his hot chocolate quickly. He barely noticed when Emile patted his knee and got up. When the first episode ended, he put on another, figuring that Emile wouldn’t mind. By the end of the third episode, however, his fatigue was catching up to him, and he began drifting to sleep to the sound of the ending credits.

He fell into a dreamless sleep, hoping against hope that when he woke up again, that this wasn’t just some crazy dream he had thought up somewhere along the way that he had escaped.

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